" See? Love found you.” “It broke my heart, though.” “Sure.” He lifts his shoulders. “Me too. But you don’t die. You just . . . begin again.” He settles his hand on my thigh. I take a sip of wine, aware of the winding promise between us. It feels dangerous and rich. “How many times?” “As many times as life offers. "

― Barbara O'Neal , When We Believed in Mermaids